We’re all lollygagging round the place atm, not quite sure what is wrong. Tim summed it up beautifully earlier by describing himself as ‘feeling diffuse’ – I responded that I could probably have done the shopping in half the time if I hadn’t kept forgetting what I was doing at the end of each aisle.
Despite this, we’ve managed bits here and there. I was presented with breakfast in bed again, although I wasn’t really up to much in the way of conversation around it. Big had played chess unsuccessfully with Tim again, so after I’d eaten and regained the power of speech, she brought the chess board to me and we worked through a couple of puzzles. Mainly we concentrated on playing with her having two rooks and a king, and me just a king, and eventually she got the hang of the strategy required, although it took even longer to persuade her it would work against Tim as well. I think she clicked with a couple of other ideas during that as well – the idea of covering your pieces seemed to sink in, and plans of two moves began to be obvious. A good use of an hour or so I think.
Small came to join in eventually, and had his first chess lesson, which involved learning the names of all the pieces. That seemed to be enough, and he legged it again 🙂
So that took us through to mid afternoon. Somewhere along the way I got the idea that maybe if I cleared one small area of the house (and I really do mean small) and then worked on keeping it clear and gradually expanded the area, maybe that would be a way to bring some order and control into the house, and by gradual extension, my life. (Yus, I know, grasping at straws.) So I spent some time trying to clear the ensuite, and then decided that was too big an area. So next I chose the top of the chest of drawers next to the unused tv set, that has been housing small’s underwear for the last little while. The underwear is now rehomed in a drawer, or a basket, and I threw out loads of stuff from there as well. Actually, I threw out three bags of rubbish today, not all from that space it has to be said, but got to be good to get rid.
And then I shopped.
I got Big restarted on her hat looming, and she appears to have done several rounds while I was out at Sainsbury’s. I perused the sale racks again, but could only find one pair of dungarees, in size 10 at that, and while these size 12 jeans are driving me up the wall by sliding down every 6 feet, I’m not sure that size 10 would fit. Plus they didn’t have a price tag on them, and I didn’t want to spend 10 minutes trying to find a member of staff who wouldn’t know how much to charge for them anyway 🙁
I then restrained myself from spending more money on Simply Knitting magazine even though there was a gorgeous set of bamboo needles on the front cover, and the pattern for a crochet handbag. Let’s face it, I have enough patterns I haven’t used, and I don’t do that much knitting! I wish I did, there are great patterns out there, and it’s much easier to find those than it is crochet patterns.
So that was our day. Now Tim is cutting the grass, and it’s time for me to drown the grumps. Sorry, clean the grumps. 😉
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